Little Things in Life

It Should Have Happened

Reminiscing about a time that never happened.

I see you looking, 

and I feel so awkward.

Those hard eyes staring, 

unrelentingly holding me. 

When I turn around, 

you disappear, 

and my heart pounds thinking about

that time that never happened. 

You break my heart

one time above 

one million and 

infinity. 

But I cherish each piece you

break apart and hold

it within my tear stained

hands.

I see you in my dreams, 

tearing my clothes away

from my body with your

eyes. 

Your hands reach out 

as if to caress my body, 

but you always reach out

a second to late. 

I wanted you to be mine, 

and I can feel you through 

the bed sheets, 

but I always come out cold. 

Because all that can warm me

is the instance of hard eyes, 

closed eyes transported, 

and times still in my drafting phase.